| Man, you know I’m sayin', people?
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| I come through like old Saint Nick
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| Break a bitch off, give her the gift, you know I’m sayin'?
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| I’m a pimp, I need my money, you know I’m sayin'?
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| Purse first, ass last
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| You see the good Linens
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| Chinchilla on my shoulders, lookin' like a real pimp
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| Break a bitch down like a motherfuckin' Bronco
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| Let 'em know, you know what I’m saying?
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| Purse first ass last, bitch
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| (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)
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| (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)
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| So I’m back in that matte black Cadillac
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| Gas on E, by my lonely, my homie
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| He told me he got five on the whip
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| Scoop him up, now we rollin'
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| Dippin' back to the crib
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| Looking for some shawties
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| Down to kick it and sip forties
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| Down to suck on my big homie
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| Boobie rollin' up, eyes rollin' back
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| Miami bitches throw it back
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| Purse first, ass last
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| Never tell 'em where the cash at
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| Now we headed back to the whip
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| My hoes ready to trick, any corner that I pick out
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| Keep my dick on flaccid 'cause I’m 'bout my chips
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| And I can’t let these hoes think that I’m with that
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| I’ll break a bitch off, no Kit Kat
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| Butterfingers, Snickers, you’s a lick and I could hit that
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| Baby Bone, in my city I’m respected and known
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| To all my enemies, but hate to admit that
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| And the body frame so skinny
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| 5'5, but the moms, they still fuckin' with me, yeah
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| And I gotta get my pennies up by any means
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| It’s my energy, don’t you fuck it up
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| Check it out, bitch, you know I’m sayin'?
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| I’m comin' through with Baby Bone just to let you know what it is and what it
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| ain’t
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| I need my money in my hand, ho
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| If you don’t bring these chips to my pocket, you know I’m sayin'?
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| You finna get a slap in the motherfuckin' face
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| Palm up and everything
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| Purse first, ass last, ho (Bitch)
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| (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA)
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| (MIA, cruisin' in the MIA) |